Back to Viking Hall, we travel. The bloodstains and scars travel along with us among this voyage, back to our home. The home of vulgarity and violence, in all of it’s glory. Uncensored and in its purest form.

The scene cuts right in: The “sold out” sign displayed on the advertising board for “UWWF Presents: Liberation Television” is shown, slowly fading into the innards of Viking Hall. The fans are on their feet and chanting, ”UWWF! UWWF!” The cameras cross over the fans, seemingly addicted to the U-W-W-F like some common drug being distributed on the streets. Fans of all ages, genders, and ethnicity fill the seats to view the greatest, most violent television program in professional wrestling today. Tonight, they will witness the return of one of the most controversial, adored, and quite possibly one of the best UWWF tag-teams in the history of this federation: The Van X BoyZ! Panning far over the fans, the camera locks on to the announcer’s booth located in the balcony section of Viking Hall. The voice of Cody “Mother Fuckin” Prime echoes through the fans, ”MOTHA FUCKA WHAT?” with fans replying with a chant of ”LIBER-ATION!”. The camera falls on Prime, who is standing on top the commentator’s table with empty beer cans scattered at his feet. He keeps the crowd going, just as Tony Lockton steps through a black curtain and makes his appearance with a highly disgusted look on his face. Lockton shakes his head, as he adjusts his headset.

T.L: Welcome to Liberation Television, folks.

C.P: That’s fuckin’ right, that’s fuckin’ right! What?!

T.L: Tonight, folks, we have one heck of a show for you. We have the uncensored version of the match that was supposed to be viewed live last week. The controversial match from the Grand Olympic Auditorium, Bonez and Clarkson versus Double Lightning. The match that could have very well ended the careers of Bill Gnarly and Mike Radical!

C.P: That’s what I’m fuckin’ talkin’ about! We were there live to see the fuckin’ mayhem and I’ll tell you this…after tonight, you will never be able to see that match on television again!

T.L: That’s for sure, Cody. Later in the night, we will see Clarkson, the ultimate champion, with Maddog at his side to take on Cyrus. Non-title bout.

C.P: For that fuckin’ match, people cluttered in with shitloads of fuckin’ weird contraptions!

T.L: We saw it all before the show, folks. We saw everything from barbed-wire wrapped…ahem…that’s your cue, Cody.

C.P: DILDOS! HA! HA! That’s some silly fuckin’ shit! HA!

T.L: To thumb-tack wrapped whiffle-ball bats and light tube coated boat paddles. We have it all, folks and that should be really interesting to see!

C.P: President Maddog! WHAT?! BONEZ-DAWG?! WHAT?! Tag-team of the fuckin’ year, right there!

T.L: We also have the tag-team bout with Bonez and Maddog, as Cody just had said, against the likes of G-Man and the newcomer to the UWWF – BLACK RAIN!

C.P: Fuck ‘em.

T.L: We need to get to the first bout, let’s get right into action!

Exodus has already entered the ring, the fans anxiously wait for the arrival of Acid. A few minute pass before the announcer is pulled aside. One of Liberation’s higher ups hands over information to the announcer to give out to the high capacity crowd here in Philadelphia.

Announcer: Tonight, I am sorry to announce that the competitor known toyou all as Acid will not be in competition. Due to a misunderstanding with the UWWF, he will no longer compete among the ranks here in this federation. On behalf of UWWF: Liberation we ap…

The crowd begins to chant, ”ACID IS A BITCH!” repeatedly, loud enough to drown out the announcer’s voice. He shakes his head, lowering the microphone. He tries to continue, but the chant clearly over throws his voice. Discouraged, the announcer leaves the ring, still shaking his head with disgust.

C.P: Disappointment? Did you fuckin’ hear that chant? ACID IS A BITCH! ACID IS A BITCH! ACID IS A BE-YITCH!

T.L: C’mon now, Cody!

C.P: Ok, Lockton…you have almost forced me to smack tha shit right outta ya!

T.L: Why bother?

C.P: Cause, you be a bitch just like Acid!

T.L: On to our next bout the duo of Nightmare and Dante are out for some revenge against the likes of Mario C. and his Boyz. This should be very interesting!

C.P: Interesting? I’d have to say, irritating. Irritating like the feeling that you could possibly be pissing razors the morning after a good fuckin’ night on the town!

T.L: You should get that checked out…and you should move at least six feet away from me….right now….

Both teams make their appearance, meeting inside the squared circle. Nightmare lines up with Jazz and Dante measures up to AWOL. The four men stand chest to chest, showing that the brawl is about to begin. The referee refuses to call for the bell until only one member of each team is inside the ring. Nightmare puts his hands up and slaps his palms across Jazz’s chest, pushing him back. Jazz steps forward to take a shot at Nightmare, but the referee steps in and holds him back. Dante laughs, as he turns his head and walks away from AWOL. AWOL turns to his corner and just as both men step through the ropes to their neutral corners, the referee calls for the bell.

Nightmare stands sturdily in the center of the ring while Jazz turns quickly and bounces his back off the ropes, coming at Nightmare with a full head of steam. Nightmare sees it coming and calculates an opposition in the form of a powerslam! Jazz’s back crashes down across the canvas with force enough to rattle the entire ring, but not powerful enough to put Jazz away for the three count. Nightmare peels Jazz up by the head, followed by a stiff whip into the ropes. Nightmare backs into the ropes, slapping the tag to his partner Dante. Dante enters the ring just in time to lift his massive leg up to clip Jazz across the chin with a big boot, as he came off the ropes! The back of Jazz’s head hits the canvas, leaving him in a prone position. AWOL enters the ring and goes right for Dante, only to receive the same result as his partner. Dante lifts his leg and catches AWOL in the chin, THUD! AWOL rolls over onto his stomach, holding his jaw. Nightmare climbs through the ropes , grabbing AWOL by the head and forcing him back up to his feet. Nightmare spins AWOL around and whips him through the ropes to the outside, soon following him. Nightmare hops down off the apron and he gives AWOL a hard stomp to the back of the head.

T.L: Nightmare and Dante are dominating this bout, so far.

C.P: Do ya really fuckin’ think? Seriously, Lockton, the fans have fucking eyes!

T.L: I do the play by play for the loyal, but blind fans that we have of Liberation.

C.P: Blind?! HAH! What a fucking joke! There ain’t no blind people listening to Libervizzle Televizzle, mu-fucka!

Mario C. yells loudly at Nightmare to direct his attention away from AWOL, which he does. Inside the ring, Dante sends Jazz into the ropes with an irish-whip. Coming back off the ropes, Jazz is tossed back first across the canvas care of a release belly-to-belly suplex care of Dante.

T.L: Dante showing brute strength with that maneuver!

Dante gets back up to his feet, throwing a few stomps across Jazz’s chest before he picks him back up. Dante grips the back of Jazz’s head, as he drags him over to the turnbuckle. Dante pulls Jazz’s head back and slams him face first against the buckle cover, turning him around and leaning him against the turnbuckle. Dante winds his massive arm back, THUD! Dante bashes his elbow across Jazz’s chest, then attempts a whip into the far buckle. Jazz reverses the whip with one of his own, sending Dante into the buckle with little to no force at all. Jazz rushes in, but Dante has enough left in him to get a full on running start, which results in Dante crushing Jazz into the mat with a spear! On the outside, Nightmare tries to pull AWOL up to his feet, but Cyrus comes around the corner of the ring with quickness, stunning him with a closeline to the side of the neck. Nightmare staggers to the side, only to be met by a few jabs to the head. Cyrus grabs Nightmare by the arm and whips him into the steel guardrail! CHING! The rail shudders and Nightmare falls to a sitting position, with both arms leaning against the top of the rail. Cyrus quickly helps AWOL to his feet, pushing him off toward Nightmare! AWOL runs at Nightmare, but before he can connect with any sort of blow, Nightmare ducks low. AWOL has no time to divert his actions, he has run right into Nightmare’s grasp. Nightmare steps forward with his body still ducked under, using all of his strength to flip AWOL over his shoulders and over the guardrail into the crowd. AWOL lands on several steel chairs that had recently been evacuated by fans that had predicted this outcome from the situation. Without any hesitation, Nightmare rushes back into the ring. Dante has Jazz on his feet, but when he sees Nightmare in the ring – he immediately sends Jazz in Nightmare’s path with an irish-whip. Jazz runs right into a massive closeline from Nightmare, which is followed up by Nightmare jumping into the air and driving his knee down across Jazz’s face. Cyrus helps pull AWOL over the barrier, as Mario C. looks at the entrance ramp, where Exodus has made his way halfway down. Mario C. laughs a bit, not knowing which side Exodus will take in this confrontation.

Exodus runs toward the ring and slides under the bottom rope, just as Nightmare hooks on a full-nelson on AWOL. Nightmare’s muscles tense when he starts to lift AWOL off the canvas…

T.L: Exodus was ready to wrestle earlier, I guess it’s his chance now to let all that rage out.

Exodus raises his arms, clasping his fingers together with a slight sprint toward Nightmare. Nightmare lifts Jazz into the air, but from behind Exodus nails him with a double axe-handle, leaving him to only drop Jazz from his deadly grip. Dante lunges at Exodus, but Exodus stuns him with a stiff right. Just then, AWOL hits the ring, leveling Dante with a forearm to the back of the head. AWOL lifts his boot and starts stomping the living hell out of Dante. Dante tries to get back up to his feet, but AWOL crashes his foot down across the back of Dante’s head, putting Dante back on the canvas. Exodus grabs Nightmare by the hair, pulling him upward. Throwing his right arm back, Exodus levels him with a stiff right hand to the jaw! Before the others decide to turn on him, Exodus exits the ring. Pointing at the ring, Exodus yells his mighty threats to Nightmare. Nightmare lifts his head, stretching out his arm to point at Exodus. He laughs, as a speckle of blood drips down from his lip. THUD! The back of Nightmare’s head hits the canvas, after Jazz kicks him back down. Cyrus and Mario C. enter the ring and help to damage the two combatants that went into this war on their own terms. Jazz pulls Nightmare up, just as the bell sounds. Jazz looks up with a confused look crossing over his face, only to meet a knee to the midsection by Nightmare. Nightmare raises his arm and cracks Jazz across the back of his neck, dropping him down to his knees. Nightmare turns around with a swing, knocking Mario C. to the canvas with a right hook! The brawl is interrupted by the camera cutting to the announcer.

C.P: Hah, how far will this fuckin’ thing go? Nightmare just left his partner, he’s heading toward the back, HAH!

T.L: Well, security is now in the ring, clearing house in order for us to get on with the rest of our show.

C.P: That’s fuckin’ right! Get those pieces of shit outta there!

Nightmare barges through the backstage area, making his way to upward section of Viking Hall, ascending a set of stairs. He makes his way up the stairs, turning the corner to see his attacker: Exodus. Nightmare comes at him, Exodus turns just in time to meet a right blow to the chin. Nightmare fires off several blows, as Exodus goes low and covers his head. Exodus starts to throw some blows to Nightmare’s stomach and ribs, but security rushes into the scene to break the two up. Nightmare pushes the security back, throwing in one last blow before the security pull Exodus out of harm’s way. Nightmare struggles further to get his hands on Exodus, but he has already been pulled into another room. Nightmare pushes the security away and starts to walk away, but the door swings open and Exodus bursts out from behind it! Exodus rushes up from behind Nightmare, jumping onto his shoulders! Nightmare flips Exodus over his shoulders and he immediately throws several punches at him. Yet again, security manages to pull the two apart for the time being.

C.P: Fuck that, I want to see blood!

T.L: You’ll get your chance in our next bout! The return of the Van X BoyZ!

C.P: You’ve got to be fuckin’ kidding me.

T.L: We’ll see these two make their return against two of the UWWF’s newest athletes in the form of Preston Terranova and Big Lee Levec!

Security parts the crowd down the middle on two sides of the arena, stretching up into the bleacher seats. A side door swings open, shining a bright light through into the arena. Two figures emerge from the light to receive a roar of cheers from the crowd.

T.L: One of the greatest tag-teams in UWWF history are here and ready to give it their all. In their return to the ring, the Van X BoyZ are ready to go!

The countdown starts with the announcer, who urges the crowd to chant with him. ”TEN……..NINE………EIGHT…..”, the crowd starts in chanting. ”SEVEN!…..SIX!…….FIVE!……..FOUR!……..THREE!”. Chris and Sean Van X lean forward, almost as if they were about to run a marathon. Mr. Miraculous Preston Terranova leans forward pointing at the ring and talking with Big Lee Levec. Levec stands with his arms crossed over his chest, knowing that he has no chance in hell of out-running the two Van X brothers. ”ONE!”, the crowd erupts in a roar of cheering as the Van X BoyZ and Preston Terranova take off running down the stairs on either side of the arena. Sean Van X takes the lead, rushing past the fans, who are climbing over the security guards in order to catch a glance at either of the returning Van X brothers. Sean Van X slips on a small puddle on the floor, catching his balance – only to reach the railing at the same time as Mr. Miraculous. Sean Van X leaps over the guardrail and heads straight for the ring with full force. Terranova hurdles over the guardrail, just in time for him to see Sean Van X hit the center of the ring to acquire the barbed-wire laced singapore cane! The crowd cheers loudly in the tone of, ”X! X! X!”

T.L: Sean Van X has the singapore cane in hand!

C.P: I heard he was gay.

T.L: From who?

C.P: Oh wait, that was “Big” Lee Levec Levec and Preston Terranova…

Chris Van X hops the railing, while Big Lee Levec pushes his way past the security guards close to the ringside area. Terranova is in the ring, making a direct line right toward Sean Van X. Van X gets a somewhat quick start at him, knocking him to the canvas with a low dropkick – connecting with Terrnova’s kneecap!

T.L: Sean Van X is trying to disable that leg in the early minutes of the bout.

After the dropkick, Sean Van X rises to his feet, tossing the barbed-wire wrapped singapore cane toward the ropes, within an easy grasp of his brother. Chris leans through the ropes and swipes the singapore cane into his hands, backing up toward the rail. After a few practice swings, Chris scurries around the side of the ring. Levec is almost over the guardrail when Chris Van X winds up with the singapore cane, WHACK! The cane scrapes Big Lee’s arm, the barbed-wire catches the skin. Chris Van X pulls the cane back, allowing us all to see the barbed-wire being ripped away from his skin. Chris winds up again, this time he swings the cane and wraps it off the back of Big Lee Levec’s cranium! Levec tumbles over the guardrail, falling to his hands and knees.

C.P: Any mother fucker could beat someone up with a cane….I’ve seen better!

T.L: These are the Van X BoyZ, Cody! They’re one of UWWF’s finest!

Inside the ring, Sean Van X sends Preston Terranova into the ropes with a quick irish-whip. Preston comes off the ropes with velocity, not only ducking a closeline but he manages to come back off the ropes. Sean Van X turns around and lowers his body in a slight motion, just as Preston comes in close. Van X swoops to the side, hooking Preston Terranova by the waist, jamming him into the canvas with a superb sidewalk slam! Chris Van X pulls Big Lee up to his knees, swatting him across the side of the head with the singapore cane! CRACK! The cane swings back, as blood begins to drain from the side of Levec’s head.

T.L: A vicious blow to the side of the head with that cane!

Inside the ring, Sean Van X gets Preston Terranova up to his feet. Sean winds his arm back, sending his forearm across Terranova’s chest with a slap! ”WHOO!”, the crowd screams in unison after the back hand chop from Sean Van X. Van X proceeds to lift Preston Terranoa up into a bodyslam, carrying him a few feet toward the turnbuckle. Sean Van X jumps up, just as he slams Terranova’s back across the canvas with the scoop slam. Van X quickly makes his way over to the turnbuckle, climbing to the top rope. Without any hesitation, Sean Van X leaps off the top rope with his legs extended, only to meet canvas!

C.P: That dipshit should have seen that comin’. Who didn’t know that Terranova was gonna move?

Preston Terranova grabs Sean Van X by the head and pulls him up to his feet. Terranova winds Sean’s head back and bashes him against the buckle, holding Sean’s chest against the turnbuckle. “Mr. Miraculous” Preston Terranova flips Sean Van X around and catches him with a forearm to the side of the head. Terranova leans over and hoists Sean Van X up by the waist and sits him up on the top rope. Terranova proceeds by climbing to the middle rope, throwing another forearm to the side of his head to open him up. Sean Van X gets hooked around the waist, as Terranova brings him up into position for a powerbomb! Terranova quickly spins around leaping off the top turnbuckle with Sean Van X in position!

T.L: A high impact move coming right up by Preston Terranova!

In mid-air, Sean Van X flips his body over, taking Preston Terranova to the canvas with a frankensteiner! Terranova’s body whips across the canvas with authority, but Sean Van X also feels the brunt of the maneuver by landing hard across the mat. On the outside, Chris Van X leans Big Lee Levec against the ring post. Chris swings the cane back, but Big Lee gives him a kick to the midsection. Levec grabs Chris by the head, leading him into several punches to the middle of his forehead, leaving Chris to drop the cane to the floor. Chris pushes Levec back, swinging with a blow of his own! Exchanging several heated punches, Chris Van X seems to have the upper-hand! Chris shuffles into a stiff right jab and Levec tumbles back against the apron, holding on in order to keep himself on his feet. Chris Van X grabs Levec by the arm and pulls him forward with such force that Chris drops down to his back. Levec is sent into the guardrail with such authority that it moves the rail back several feet! Chris Van X grabs hold of the singapore cane and tosses it over the top rope into the ring, then goes back to work on Big Lee Levec. Chris gives Levec a kick to the midsection, followed by a pair of blows to the side of Levec’s eyesocket.

T.L: Chris Van X is taking it to Big Lee Levec!

Levec sees another punch coming and blocks it with his forearm, sending Chris Van X reeling back with a headbutt to the bridge of the nose. Van X stumbles back, as Levec approaches him. Levec grabs Chris Van X by the side of the head and wings him forehead first into the steel ring post! THUD! Chris Van X drops to one knee, as Levec pulls his head up and follows with several brutal punches. The crowd roars as they see the likes of Sean Van X get a running start off the far ropes and come full force at the ropes close to Big Lee. Levec throws another blow, almost totally knocking Chris off of his feet! Sean Van X grabs the top rope with both hands and he proceeds to fling his body over the top rope with a somersault, coming down right across the top of Big Lee Levec! The two collide with the cold, unforgiving concrete floor with authority!

C.P: HOLY SHIT! That was impressive, I wouldn’t have expected anything like that from such a fucking tool.

T.L: Show some respect, Cody!

“Mr. Miraculous” Preston Terranova grabs the singapore cane and quickly slides under the bottom rope to the outside. Chris Van X staggers back to his feet and turns around to meet the cane directly across the head, WHACK! Van X shakes the stinging blow off, turning back to Terranova, ”Is that all you’ve got?” The cane swings ruthlessly again, but this time Chris Van X puts up his arm to block the blow. CRACK! The barbed-wire slices at Chris’ arm, but it doesn’t seem to do much damage on him at this point in the bout! Chris quickly pulls the cane out of Terranova’s grasp and throws it to the floor, thus blasting Terranova with a stinging right. Chris Van X throws a kick to the midsection of Terranova, followed by picking him up for a bodyslam. Chris turns to the side and drops him sternum first across the heavy steel guardrail! Terranova gasps for air after hitting his chest across the steel, but he can’t manage to keep himself up on his feet, falling to floor with his arms over his chest. Chris Van X goes underneath the apron of the ring and pulls out a table from underneath the skirt. Big Lee starts to get up before the likes of Sean Van X, who is slowly getting up to his hands and feet. Chris Van X sees Levec getting to his feet, so he immediately slides the table under the bottom rope into the ring then rushes toward the side of the ring. Levec staggers toward the railing to pick up a steel chair. Levec folds the chair up just as Chris Van X comes around the corner of the ring. Levec whips the chair into the air and above his head, sending it cracking down over Chris Van X’s head! THUD!

C.P: What the fuck is this shit?

T.L: A man has just jumped over the railing and it looks like he’s going after…

The man picks up Sean Van X and blasts him with several right handed blows to the ribs and side of the head. Sean Van X staggers against the railing, with Chris Van X trying to fight off Big Lee Levec.

T.L: That man, I’ve seen him somewhere before…

C.P: On the street in a cardboard box?

T.L: [sigh] No, Cody. That’s Johnny Psycho!

Johnny Psycho grabs Sean Van X by the head and tosses him head first against the top of the railing. Just in time, Chris Van X pushes Levec back and gives him a kick to the midsection. Chris manages to grab the steel chair that Levec had used on him and he’s out for some revenge. Chris swings the chair up into the air and whaffles Levec across the top of the head, dropping Levec to the floor in a heap. Chris Van X hops a few steps forward and takes a baseball bat like swing with the steel chair, WHACK! Johnny Psycho drops to the side, but Chris Van X pulls him up to his knees, only to crack him across the top of the head! THUD! THUD! THUD! Johnny Psycho grabs onto Chris Van X’s legs to keep himself upright, THUD! The chair comes down across Johnny Psycho’s head again, but this time it invites speckles of blood down across his face! Chris Van X shoves the palm of his hand down across Johnny Psycho’s face to push him to the side, in order to help his brother up. Somehow after all the damage inflicted on him, Big Lee Levec has made his way back into the ring, staggering from side to side. The referee checks in with him, but he seems to be perfectly fine after the stiff chairshots to the cranium. Preston Terranova slides back into the ring, collaborating on an attack on the Van X BoyZ with the influence of his tag-team partner.

Sean Van X slowly makes his way over to the apron, knowing that they are at a stalemate at this point in the match. He reaches underneath the apron and pulls out a small black bag, quickly making his way back over to his brother, who now has the singapore cane back in his possession. Sean Van X rips the contents out of the black bag, revealing a container of lighter fluid and a barbeque lighter. The crowd roars as Chris Van X holds out the singapore cane toward his brother with a smile on his face.

T.L: Seems like the Van X brothers are back to their old ways!

Laughing, Sean Van X squirts the liquid onto the barbed-wire wrapped singapore cane, then quickly setting it ablaze with a long barbeque lighter. The cane ignites and roars up with flames to the delight of Chris Van X, who quickly rolls back into the ring. Mr. Miraculous, bloodied face and all, staggers toward Chris Van X, only to meet the flaming, barbed-wire laced singapore cane to the side of the head, CRRRACK! “OHHH!” the crowd screams in unison, as Preston Terranova hits the canvas cowering with his hands over his face. Sean Van X hits the ring just in time to help his brother evade a closeline on Big Lee Levec’s behalf. Sean Van X slides into the ring, quick to get back up to his feet. On his feet, Van X runs right at Big Lee Levec, who has his arm out to connect with the closeline on Chris Van X. Levec hits the canvas with authority after receiving a spin-wheel kick to the chops! Chris Van X makes his way over to Levec and whips the still flaming, barbed-wire wrapped singapore cane into the air and drives it down across Levec’s chest! The flames sear Levec’s chest, not to mention the barbed-wire raking the flesh – sending rivulets of blood streaming downward. Chris Van X holds the slightly flaming singapore cane into the air and yells like a madman after giving Big Lee Levec a devastating blow to the chest! Sean Van X jogs over to the ropes, where the table is just waiting to be used! Sean Van X picks up the table, while exchanging a few words with his brother Chris. Sean puts the legs down on the table and slides the table end against the turnbuckle, so it’s length sticks directly out of the buckle – an awkward request from Chris. Preston Terranova tries to get to his feet, but Chris Van X cuts him off and pulls him up to his feet with a forearm to the side of the head. Moving in a few feet, Chris Van X whips Preston Terranova on top of the table, climbing up along with him. Sean Van X makes his way through the ropes onto the apron, making his way over to the turnbuckle, proceeding to climb to the top rope. As Sean Van X perches himself onto the top rope with his head tilting back and forth in a cocky nature, Chris Van X positions Preston in a way of his liking and he hooks him by both legs. Chris Van X leans back, forcing Preston Terranova off the table top, upward toward Sean Van X with a sling shot! As Preston Terranova leaps into the air, Sean Van X comes flying off the top rope with a vicious closeline, connecting in mid-air. Both men drop to the side of the table in a heap with Mr. Miraculous Preston Terranova feeling the full brunt of the top rope closeline off the table! Chris Van X turns and points to Big Lee Levec, who is getting back to his feet – inciting a “VAN-X-BOYZ!” chant. Chris hops off the table and charges at Levec, stunning him with a right hand to the side of the head. Leading Levec by the head, Chris Van X comes within about eight feet of the table, pointing to it with one of his free hands. From there, Chris Van X opens Big Lee Levec up with a kick to the midsection, then he hooks him around the waist. Chris growls angrily, as he forces Levec’s body into the air for a powerbomb! Chris Van X manages to pick the big man into the air and he gets somewhat of a running start. Van X rushes at the table and sends Big Lee Levec crashing through the table with authority, shattering it into several hundred pieces.

T.L: Total annihilation!

C.P: Sure..Lockton…..sure.

Chris leans over the rubble, grabbing Levec by the leg, pulling him more toward the center of the ring. From there, Chris swings down and hooks the leg, leaning his back against Levec’s chest. ONE……..TWO………THREE!

The Van X BoyZ raise their arms in victory, with a slight embrace to show the true impact of their return to the ring, not noticing the Apocalypse of Wrestling slowly approaching the ring.

Denison, Bonez, Maddog, and Clarkson each take a side of the ring, when the Van X BoyZ finally notice them lurking on by the apron. Chris Van X leans over and picks up the bloodied and barbed-wire wrapped singapore cane, readying it for anyone who may try to attack his brother and himself. With a nod of Clarkson’s head, all four men hit the ring at the same time, with Bonez and Denison making a direct route toward Chris Van X. Clarkson enters the ring with the championship belt in his hand, rushing straight for Sean. Chris takes a swing with the singapore cane, but Denison goes low and avoids a blow to the side of the head, knocking Chris Van X to the canvas with a body tackle. Almost immediately after, Clarkson knocks Sean Van X silly by ramming the championship belt into the side of his head. Sean Van X hits the canvas, only to have Bonez stomp him across the back and pull him back up to his feet. Bonez lowers Sean Van X’s head and gives him a rising knee lift to the jaw, knocking him back down to the mat.

T.L: The Apocalypse of Wrestling have no reason to be out here!

Denison subdues Chris Van X in a variation of a camel clutch, clutching him tightly to ensure that he cannot get away. Bonez leaves Sean Van X laying on the mat to help Clarkson remove the likes of Big Lee Levec and Preston Terranova from the ring. President Maddog circles the ring, leaning through the ropes to get a microphone from the ring crew members. Finally, Bonez and Clarkson force the two other men away from the ring, leaving Bonez to go back over to Sean Van X to add insult to injury by getting on his knees and polishing him off with several closed right hands. Maddog slowly steps over to Clarkson, handing him the microphone, both have growing smirks on their faces.

CLARKSON: So this is the Great Van X brothers?! The tag team who is going to come in and swoop the UWWF and the Apocalypse of Wrestling’s tag team titles from us. Sean, Chris, let me give you a fucking lesson in who runs the show around here. You see, the liberation runs different from when you were ever in here. You see, Maddog is the one who decides the matches. The president runs this operation. Bonez, he keeps things in order. Denison, he is the one who pays for everything. And the one who is responsible for this. And me? well, im the one who breaks all the bones, kicks all the asses around here and keeps bastards like you guys from getting too big for yourselves.

****Bonez grabs Sean Van X’s head and lifts it off the canvas, while Clarkson grabs Sean's chin and sticks the belt in his face.****

CLARKSON: This belt isn't coming you to. You see, if you want to step in the ring wiht a man, you have to be a man first! To be able to beat me, you are going to need some type of army. And every pussy backstage who calls themself a man are all standing there infront of a monitor, watching what we're doing to you now. They're busy Shockering, while I have you at my mercy. I could break you right now.

***Clarkson grabs Chris's face now, sticking the belt in his face.****

CLARKSON: You two brothers are nothing more than washed-up has-beens, who will be gone within weeks. Because no matter what you say, no matter what any crotchless wonder behind the curtain says, there isn't anybody who has beaten me back there, and there is nobody who will. Not one person in that dressing room, out here in this ring, or in that audience can stand here and tell me that they have pinned my shoulders to the mat, made me quit, or knocked me out cold. Not one, single person. So what makes you think that you are the one who can do it? Huh? ‘Cause you have your brother? He's pretty useless now.

***Clarkson rakes the belt now in Chris's face, while he starts to yell.****

CLARKSON: As long as you two fail to get an army, there will be no victory for you Chris! You like the feel of this? You like this gold now? Huh? You cannot beat me! **[Points to Prime]** Him! Ask him. Ask Cody “Mother Fucking” Prime about what I have done, who I have beaten and the path of destruction I have laid out. Because if you don’t believe, me soon I will convert you. This will be your ending. You may have beaten Final Judgment a long time ago, but you cannot beat the Apocalypse. The apocalypse is upon you both.

****Clarkson drops the mic and turns to walk away, before suddenly slamming Chris Van X in the face with the Belt. Sean starts to move, but Denison and Bonez commence their attack on him. Denison rattles him with a stiff boot to the side of the ribs, followed by one from Bonez. The stomping session continues a few more minutes, as the laughing duo of Clarkson and President Maddog start toward the ropes. After minutes, the Apocalypse of Wrestling have more than proven their point to the newly returning Van X BoyZ.

T.L: For winning a contest?

C.P: No, for badmouthing the indestructible machine, bitch.

T.L: Well, I guess as you say….they’ve proven a point, big deal.

C.P: Big fucking deal? You won’t say that when they fuckin’ put an end to your job, buddy. Nevertheless, Clarkson is about to school that lackey of Mario C.’s.

T.L: A premeditated action on behalf of Cyrus could have very well added heat to Clarkson’s fury.

C.P: That fuckin’ bitch broke into Clarkson’s limo and trashed it. Punk ass fuckin’ actions from a punk-ass fuckin’ bitch. All that I’ve got to fuckin’ say is anyone who aligns themselves with Mario C. is a fuckin’ idiot. What has he ever done in this fuckin’ federation, besides get his ass handed over to him by the man, MADDOG!?

“Intergalactic” by the Beastie Boys blares over the p.a., catching the attention of the fans. Mario C. lunges through the curtain with his mouthing running already, which gives the fans quite a laugh. Following Mario C. comes the newest champion to the UWWF, Cyrus. The two make their way down to the ring and Mario C. thinks it’s a great idea to corner the announcer in the turnbuckle. Cyrus stands behind Mario C., slightly chuckling at the actions. Mario C. demands the microphone from the announcer, who quickly hands over the stick to the so-called Vice President of this company. Mario C. lets the announcer leave the ring, while he makes his way to center ring with a smile on his face.

Mario C: Welcome Cyrus and myself to Vikin…..

Mario C.’s microphone cuts out unexpectedly, which makes him irate. He spends several seconds trying to switch the microphone back on, then he violently slaps it with the palm of his hand.

The voice echoes through the arena, as President Maddog walks out through the curtain with the Ultimate heavyweight champion behind him. Maddog lifts the microphone up and points down at the ring.

Maddog: Nobody wants to hear you rant and rave about that so-called “next big thing” that you’ve got sitting in that ring with you. Cyrus, I’ll tell you right fucking now, if you want to make it anywhere in this federation, you are picking the wrong man to piss off. [Sarcastically] It takes a big man to go up to someone’s limo and vandalize it…you want to play child’s games in a man’s war? That’s fine, because Clarkson is ready, willing, and able to set the fucking record straight.

Maddog turns and pats Clarkson on the shoulder, saying something to him lowly.

Maddog: Mario C…Cyrus….if you’re both lucky enough…you may just have a minor chance of walking away from this fucking ring tonight! Let’s go, Clarkson!

Clarkson runs down the aisleway, dropping the championship belt across the floor before he slides under the bottom rope. Quickly, he gets up to his feet and the two wrestlers meet face to face in the center of the ring. On their meeting, Clarkson fires off several right hands at Cyrus! Cyrus is stunned, not foreseeing that Clarkson would start the bout off by firing off punches! Maddog makes his way down the aisle, picking the championship belt to sling it over his shoulder, smiling as he walks toward the ring.

C.P: Clarkson is throwin’ down some heavy shit on Cyrus, right here.

Clarkson winds up and knocks Cyrus down to the canvas with a haymaker, then Clarkson looks up at Mario C. Mario holds up his hands and yells to Clarkson, ”I…I don’t want any trouble, Clarkson.” Clarkson stomps his foot in Mario’s direction, which sends Mario scurrying to the outside of the ring. Jeremy “The King of Hardcore” Clarkson goes back to Cyrus, pulling him up by the hair. Clarkson puts both of his hands on the back of Cyrus’ head, quickly running him toward the turnbuckle. Clarkson and Cyrus reach the corner, but unfortunately for Cyrus he meets head first across the top buckle cover! Cyrus’ body slings backward, as Clarkso synchs him in and drives his back across the mat with a side Russian leg-sweep! Clarkson jumps to his feet, making his way over to the ropes. He leans between the top and middle rope with his arm extended out to President Maddog. Maddog turns to the crowd and reaches over the rail to acquire a weapon for his comrade. The fans scurry to the rail with their hands full of weapons, hoping to get them used on this broadcast of Liberation Television. Maddog grabs one of the many contraptions, then extends his arms upward, extending a stop sign with light-bulbs and tacks glued to it through the ropes. Cyrus turns Clarkson around to catch him off guard, but Clarkson leans his head back and knocks Cyrus silly with a headbutt. Clarkson backs up to the ropes, turning around to grab the stop sign from his associate, Maddog. Maddog claps his hands loudly, as Clarkson makes his way back over to Cyrus, doubling him over with a kick to the midsection. Clarkson lifts the stop sign high above his head and sends it swinging downward, with the light bulbs and tacks facing downward. WHACK! CRUNCH! The light bulbs explode on contact with the back of Cyrus’ cranium! Cyrus falls to his knees, leaving Clarkson to whap him one more time with the heavy steel of the stop sign! THUD! THUD! Cyrus drops like a fly, laying on his back. Clarkson drops down to his knees for the cover, ONE…..TWO…. Clarkson lifts Cyrus’ shoulders off the mat, waving his finger to indicate that he’s not done quite yet.

T.L: What is Clarkson doing?

C.P: Give the man a break, Lockton, he ain’t fuckin’ done yet!

Clarkson sets the stop sign down on the canvas, in an attempt to pull Cyrus up to his feet. Cyrus hits Clarkson with a low blow, then picks up the stop sign and returns a blow to the top of Clarkson’s head! Clarkson stumbles backward, giving Cyrus enough room to get a running start at him. Cyrus drops Clarkson to the mat with a running blow from the stop sign! Cyrus keeps the stop sign in hand, as he makes his way over to the turnbuckle. Cyrus wedges the stop sign upright between the top and middle buckle covers. Clarkson is almost fully back onto his feet, but Cyrus doesn’t want him to showing any uprising again – so he grabs Clarkson by the arm. Cyrus swings Clarkson’s arm around into an arm-wringer, then he attempts to whip Clarkson into the turnbuckle. Clarkson stops midway through and turns around to meet the running Cyrus with a kick to the gut. Cyrus doubles over, giving Clarkson a chance to hook him in a front facelock. Clarkson is just about to drop Cyrus on his head, when Cyrus manages to push Clarkson forcefully into the turnbuckle. Clarkson’s spine collides with the stop sign, but it doesn’t do entirely too much damage to him. Cyrus pulls Clarkson out of the buckle by the hair and turns him around, only to smash him head first into the stop sign! Clarkson’s head connects with the stop sign, knocking it loose from the ropes – sending the stop sign falling off the apron to the floor. Cyrus wipes some blood away from the side of his face, then goes back to his attack.

T.L: Cyrus has taken a beaten thus far, but he is coming back strong.

Cyrus turns Clarkson around and hooks him in a front face-lock, grabbing hold of the side of Clarkson’s leg. Quickly, Cyrus lifts Clarkson into the air with a vertical suplex, but Clarkson flips his body. As Clarkson’s body flips, he lands on his feet directly behind Cyrus! Clarkson shoves Cyrus from behind, forcing him into the ropes. Cyrus comes back off the ropes and runs directly into a diving closeline from Clarkson! Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson walks past his downed opponent and heads towards the ropes, exiting the ring. He walks around the railing, seeing the variety of weapons that the loyal Liberation fans have brought for them both to use. Clarkson stops dead in his tracks and leans his arms into the sea of waving hands. Clarkson pulls his hands away from the crowd, bringing with him a whiffle ball bat covered in thumb-tacks. The golden tacks glisten in the lights pointed down at the ring. Clarkson takes a good look at the tack laced bat, as Cyrus rolls under the bottom rope to the outside. Mario C. pulls him aside and hands him something, which he conceals in his palm. Cyrus continues his death march toward Clarkson, who wields the thumb-tack bat as he starts toward Cyrus. The two meet at the corner-post, where Cyrus throws his hand up with a cloud of white powder coming out from the palm of his hand. A cloud of powder goes directly in Clarkson’s face, disabling him from seeing Cyrus’ next actions. Cyrus jabs Clarkson in the jaw, just before he grabs the thumb-tacked covered whiffle-ball bat away from him. Cyrus throws a knee into Clarkson’s midsection, then hooks him in a side-headlock with his free arm. From there, Cyrus starts grinding the razor-sharp thumb-tacks into Clarkson’s forehead with anger. The scrapes begin to bleed slightly after the raking, which gives Cyrus a single hope of defeating the champion. Cyrus rams the top of the bat into the middle of Clarkson’s forehead, as he releases him to fall to his knees. Cyrus drops the tack-covered bat to pull Clarkson back up to his feet. Mario C. grabs several weapons from the fans, including: a bundle of five light tubes taped together, a cheese grater, and a three foot piece of Styrofoam with forks stuck into it. Cyrus rolls the blinded Clarkson back into the ring, making his way over to the weapons handed over to him by his ally.

T.L: Cyrus has gotten the upperhand over the champion, thus far. He’s taking the hardcore right to the “king of hardcore”!

C.P: You’re calling Cyrus hardcore? Have you even seen the fuckin’ Ultimate Hardcore Cup? Seriously.

Cyrus picks up the cheese grater and brings it to the center of the ring, placing it with the bends of metal upward. Clarkson grabs onto the ropes and pulls himself up, tumbling with his back up against the turnbuckle. Cyrus rushes at the turnbuckle, throwing a back elbow into Clarkson’s chest! Clarkson staggers forward with the guidance of Cyrus, who leads him toward the center of the ring. Cyrus bends Clarkson over and slams his right forearm across Clarkson’s back, then places both of his arms around Clarkson’s stomach. Cyrus lifts up on Clarkson’s body and quickly drops him down, clanking Clarkson’s skull across the cheese grater! ”HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” the crowd chants, as Clarkson’s head dents the cheese grater down the middle. Cyrus immediately flips Clarkson onto his back, showing the stream of fresh blood flowing down off of Clarkson’s forehead. Clarkson lifts his hands to his face to wipe the blood soaked, white powder away from his face. Cyrus brings the piece Styrofoam with forks jutting out of it toward the center of the ring, kicking Clarkson over to place it directly in the center of the ring across the “Liberation” lettering printed across the canvas. After positioning it to his liking, Cyrus brings Clarkson to his feet. Cyrus hooks Clarkson by the head, facing his back to the fork contraption, looking to score a d-d-t. Clarkson tries to fight off the d-d-t, spinning Cyrus around and quickly running him into the turnbuckle. Cyrus hits the buckle, but immediately starts pushing Clarkson back toward the middle of the ring. Clarkson hooks his arms around Cyrus’ back, as the two come extremely close to the center of the ring. We can see Clarkson hooking his fingers together, knowing that they are nearing the piece of Styrofoam. Cyrus pushes one more time, only to bring himself into position for Clarkson to lift him into the air and send him crashing back first down across the fork infested Styrofoam with a release Northern Lights suplex! Clarkson stays on his back to catch his breath, while kicking his leg back and forth.

Laughing as he sees Mario C. looking on with nervousness, Maddog jumps up onto the guardrail, leaning into the crowd, who are actually quite anxious to hand weapons over to him to hand to Clarkson. Maddog drops back into the ringside area with an object in hand.

C.P: What the fuck is that? Goddamn it, he better not hand that fucking thing over to Clarkson.

T.L: MONOPOLY! I absolutely love that game!

C.P: Do you like rainbows and ponies, too?

Maddog lugs the board-game over to the ropes, sliding it under the bottom rope with a smirk crossing over his face. Both Clarkson and Cyrus are back on their feet, but Cyrus now seems to be favoring his back after being thrown onto the large abundance of forks! Clarkson quickly ducks low and picks up the Monopoly game box and holds it up to block a blow from Cyrus. Cyrus laughs as he takes a swing, knocking his knuckles off the middle of the box. Unexpectedly, he pulls his hand back in a quick motion and holds his fist tightly in his other hand. A growing sneer of pain engulfs Cyrus’ face, but Clarkson lifts the box – seemingly with a bit of struggle. Clarkson steps forward with a kick, hitting Cyrus directly in the gut then whaffling Cyrus across the back of the noggin. Clarkson lifts the box up and tears the cardboard coating away from it, only to drop several bricks from inside!

C.P: Oh shit, bro! I would have never, ever fuckin’ expected that! Hah!

T.L: [sigh] This is the UWWF…

C.P: [confused] I know.

Mario C. jumps on the apron, just as Clarkson starts to pick Cyrus back up off the canvas to finish him off. Clarkson pulls Cyrus into a right closed fist, which knocks blood from Cyrus’ face into the air that splatters the canvas like a shower of rain. Wearily, Cyrus falls to the canvas, while Clarkson rushes at Mario C. “Repent” jumps over the referee’s back to take a shot at Mario C., but he drops off the apron before he gets clocked. The referee turns and gently brushes away from Clarkson, while Clarkson watches on as Mario C. meets face to face with the president.

Cyrus wipes the thicket of blood away from his eyes before he starts getting back up. Still stunned, Cyrus staggers in a circle – catching the attention of Clarkson. Meanwhile, on the outside Mario C. steps up to Maddog and waves his fist at him. Maddog laughs and turns his head to the side, swinging his arm up and catching Mario C. in the lip with a stiff left hand. Mario C. takes a step back to check his lip, when Maddog lifts his fist again and throttles him a good one, which knocks Mario to the floor. Cyrus takes a swing at Clarkson, but it completely misses – his judgment has been clouded by the loss of blood from his body. Clarkson laughs at Cyrus, who is struggling to stay on his feet. Cyrus raises both fists and steps forward, swinging his fist at Clarkson – but Clarkson backs up quickly. Cyrus’ swing misses again, but this time he hits the canvas. The referee rushes over and checks in, lifting Cyrus’ head up and taking a look at the several lacerations on his head. The referee perks his head up and waves for the bell, which sounds almost immediately after the signal. Clarkson nears the ropes, as we see President Maddog leaning over Mario C. bashing him across the teeth with vicious punches. Clarkson doesn’t hesitate in his actions, picking up the bundle of light tubes and brings them to the center of the ring. Clarkson yells for the referee to watch closely, as he brings Cyrus back up to his feet. Clarkson lifts Cyrus’ head up and he proceeds to slap him across the face with such force that Cyrus’ head now twists to the side. Clarkson swipes Cyrus across the gut with a raised knee lift, bringing him down into position for the finale. Clarkson lifts Cyrus’ body into the air with all of his strength, yelling loudly. The muffled growls cease, as Clarkson jumps into the air and commences driving Cyrus skull first into the bundle of light tubes! CRASH! The tubes explode on impact, showering the inside of the ring with glass, the referee holds his hands over his face in order to not be hit in the eyes with any of the flying shards. Landing on his neck, Cyrus is folded up into a pin, as Clarkson yells to the referee to make the count. The referee quickly dropping down to count to lessen the pain on Cyrus, ONE…….TWO………THREE!” Jeremy Clarkson pushes Cyrus’ legs to the side and jumps up to his feet, with Maddog entering the ring as well. Maddog raises Clarkson’s arm, slapping the championship belt across his stomach. Clarkson grips the belt between his fingers and holds the belt up high, as the referee helps tend to Cyrus.

T.L: After the match had ended, Clarkson forced the referee to make the count. Clarkson had the match won, before he had decided to add the final nail to the coffin, so to speak.

C.P: It just goes to show you that Clarkson is beyond excellence here in the UWWF!

T.L: G-Man and Black Rain are up next against the likes of Maddog and Bonez.

C.P: Bonez and Maddog are going to fucking school those two idiots! I can’t wait to see Maddog bleed either one of them mu-fuckas dry!

T.L: After what we saw last week, the story may be told differently. I mean, you’ve got to give it to Black Rain and G-Man – they fended off the Apocalypse with their own two hands.

C.P: Fluke. Purely, that was a fucking fluke! They attacked the Apocalypse of Wrestling from behind! Their careers are going to be crushed into dust and snorted up by that crack-head, Janus. Seriously, folks……Janus is a fuckin’ crack-head!

The arena darkens slightly as “(I Hate) Everything About You” by Three Days Grace pumps through the stereo system in Viking Hall. The crowd erupts with excitement, as we meet the former Ultimate heavyweight champion, G-Man. The curtain flies open, thus G-Man comes through the entrance with his arms raised in the air. As the fans see G-Man their cheers become louder and louder. G-Man turns around to eye up his tag-team partner Black Rain, who had followed directly behind him through the curtain. The two make their way down the aisle with great reception from the fans. The two enter the ring, both men making their way to opposite corners of the ring. G-Man jumps onto the middle rope in one corner, as Black Rain does the same in the other. As both men raise their arms high into the air, the roar becomes louder and louder.

T.L: The fans here in Viking Hall are going absolutely insane for these two!

C.P: Tony, that’s what I call a fuckin’ travesty!

Three Days Grace is cut out fairly quickly, inviting “The Empire Strikes First” by Bad Religion to the p.a. system. Two fairly large monitors on either side of the entrance light up flashing the letters, “A” – “O” – “W”.

The crowd emits their disliking to the group in the early portion of their entrance.

The curtain flies open, as Maddog bursts through, almost tearing them down upon his entrance.

He raises his heavily taped fists in the air, not giving a good goddamn what the crowd is thinking of him. He turns around and points to the curtain, where Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt waits. Wearing the Brass-Knuckles tag-team championship belt around his waist, he makes his way down the aisle. He stops midway to the ring, with Maddog at his side, pointing at the gleaming championship belt. Maddog lifts his head, turning toward the crowd, ”That’s right, mother fuckers! The Apocalypse of Wrestling is in the mother fucking house!” The two stand at the edge of the aisle, fairly close to the apron, but they momentarily stop there. Maddog turns to talk to Bonez, as the both peer into the ring at their opponents. Both, G-Man and Black Rain, stand fairly close to the ropes – ready to duke it out with the two members of the Apocalypse of Wrestling. G-Man taunts the two men with various words, only to be answered by the extended middle finger of President Maddog. ”Is that all you’ve got to say, bitch? Step the fuck back and allow us to show you how this shit is done, mother fucker.”, Maddog bellows, taking a few more steps toward the ring. G-Man steps back with his palms facing Maddog. ”By all means, don’t let me rain on your parade.”, G-Man replies to Maddog. Maddog laughs as he makes his way up the ring steps, climbing through the middle rope and into the ring. Bonez slides in under the bottom rope, getting back up to his feet. The announcer steps toward President Maddog, sucking up to him with an apparent attempt at a handshake. Maddog extends his hand out, but before the announcer can grip his hand, Maddog swipes the microphone out of his hand. ”Get the fuck out of my ring, right fucking now!”, Maddog growls at the announcer. Without any hesitation, the announcer takes the advice, not wanting any problems from the man in charge.

Maddog flips the mircrophone up to his mouth, extending his index finger out at both G-Man and Black Rain.

Maddog: Look at this fucking coward! Hiding behind that fucking mask and that bitch, G-Man. Well, Black Rain, it seems like that mask of yours is the source behind your overly inflated ego and those godly “super powers” that you have claimed to behold. When we’re done tearing your ass apart, I’m going to show your face to the world…they will know who to fucking laugh at when we are fucking finished! G-Man…Black Rain…This is your day of reckoning on behalf of the Apocalypse….

Maddog turns to the side, throwing the microphone through the ropes to the floor. The microphone squeals with distortion, inviting the likes of Maddog to take a full on run toward both men. Running toward G-Man, Maddog gets taken to the ground by a variation of a double-leg takedown by G-Man. After sweeping Maddog’s legs out from under him, G-Man leans over him and starts throwing blows at the side of Maddog’s head!

T.L: G-Man is taking the fight right back to Maddog!

Bonez waves Black Rain in to take a shot at him, laughing right in his direction. Black Rain bolts toward him, throwing his arm back to take him out with a right hook. Bonez stings Black Rain with a short jab to the chin, but Black Rain repays him with a stiff right hand that takes Bonez to his knees. Meanwhile, G-Man has Maddog back up to his feet.

C.P: C’mon, guys! Make Clarkson proud!

G-Man slings Maddog back first into the turnbuckle, throttling him with a few more jabs to the side of the head. G-Man backs up and comes back with speed, while Maddog lifts himself up with use of the ropes. G-Man’s charge only greets him with Maddog’s foot to the jaw! G-Man stumbles back and Maddog comes out of the buckle and knocks him flat across the canvas with a stiff arm. Black Rain pulls Bonez up to his feet, wrapping across the side of the head with a vicious right forearm. Bonez staggers, but Black Rain keeps a grip on him, tossing him through the ropes to the outside. Maddog lifts his leg and stomps his heavy boot across G-Man’s shoulder, knocking him flat on his stomach. Maddog glares down at G-Man, ”That’s right,mother fucker, stay down!” Just as Maddog lifts his foot up to stomp G-Man again, Black Rain hits him from the side and knocks him back into the turnbuckle. Black Rain winds up and cracks President Maddog with a closed right. In the corner, Black Rain rattles off rights and lefts on Maddog to wear him down. Black Rain places both hands on the ropes and goes low, hitting Maddog with a shoulder to the midsection. Maddog hunches over enough for Black Rain to hook him around the neck and spin him around. Black Rain jumps up on the middle ropes and proceeds to drive Maddog’s head into the canvas with a picture-perfect tornado ddt! Maddog’s body whips across the canvas, as he lays a broken mess on the canvas. G-Man gets to his feet and backs up into the ropes to gain some speed, but Bonez reaches under the bottom rope and holds G-Man’s foot, preventing him from moving any further. Black Rain gets a rushing start and slides under the bottom rope, blindsiding Bonez with a baseball slide! Bonez hits the floor with high impact, as President Maddog staggers from the buckle. The referee forces Black Rain to leave the ring, while Maddog gives G-Man a kick to the gut. Maddog grabs him by the arm and sends him into the ropes with an irish-whip. G-Man comes off the ropes and Maddog drops to his stomach and G-Man hops over him to come off the ropes again. Maddog gets to his feet and tries to give G-Man a stiff shoulder, but G-Man hits him with a shoulder of his own! The shoulder thrust forces Maddog to his back, giving G-Man the upper hand. G-Man pulls Maddog off the mat and he throttles him with a left, then a right! G-Man takes a step forward and grabs Maddog by the dreadlocks and pulls him into a jawbreaker! Maddog hops up off the jawbreaker and staggers back into his tag corner. Bonez is still on the outside recovering from the baseball slide to the chin, so he is in no condition to jump up on the apron for the tag! G-Man comes into the turnbuckle and puts his shoulder against Maddog’s, then whips him across the ring into his corner! Black Rain holds Maddog’s arms, giving G-Man a chance to run at the buckle and crush him with a turnbuckle closeline! Maddog drops down to his knees after the blow and Black Rain is tagged!

T.L: G-Man tags his partner in!

C.P: I’ve gotta piss…..

Before G-Man exits the ring, he picks up Maddog and hold him in position to expose him for a free shot from Black Rain. Black Rain hops through the ropes and gives Maddog a stomp to the stomach, followed by snapmare. G-Man goes into his corner, as Black Rain follows the snapmare up with a sleeperhold! Bonez slides a steel chair under the bottom rope, then finally gets up on the apron and begins stomping his foot, ”C’mon, dawg! Get the fuck up!” Maddog lifts his arm in the air and starts to get up to his feet. He lifts up his arm and elbows Black Rain in the stomach, in a last ditch effort to break the sleeper. Black Rain holds onto the sleeperhold, but it seems as if now that Black Rain has Maddog in a side headlock instead of a sleeper. Black Rain holds on with one arm, as he throws the butt of his elbow across Maddog’s spine. Maddog shudders under the impact, Black Rain knowing that he had inflicted some heavy damage. Black Rain raises his arm in the air while he pulls Maddog towad the steel chair. Black Rain looks back just as he drops back with the completion of a stiff DDT. The top of Maddog’s skull rattles the steel chair with a “thud”, but Black Rain keeps him down and begins choking him from the front facelock position. Maddog slams his hand against the mat and the referee jumps down to see if Maddog is ready to submit. ”Do you give?”, the ref points at Maddog with one hand, trying to lift up Maddog’s hand with the other. Maddog pulls away and lifts up his arms, wrapping one arm under Black Rain’s shoulder and the other above. Maddog locks his hands together and pushes off with his legs, flipping Black Rain over into the ropes. Maddog rises up to his knees and finally back up to his feet, where he slowly makes his way over to the ropes. Black Rain starts up to his feet, but Maddog stomps him across the side of the head. Black Rain’s head darts down, but Maddog repeats a similar blow. Maddog grabs Black Rain by the head and pulls him up to his feet. Maddog grips clutches Black Rain in close, wrapping his arms around one of Black Rain’s arms and his waist. Maddog takes a few steps backward and pumps is legs, lifting Black Rain into a release over the head belly-to-belly suplex! Maddog turns to Black Rain, who is now laying on the canvas, ”That’s right, mother fucker!”. Maddog staggers toward the turnbuckle and slaps a quick tag into Bonez. Bonez enters the ring and tries to pick Black Rain back up off the mat, but Black Rain darts forward and shoulders him in the gut! Black Rain gets up and he hooks Bonez around the head and lifts him up by the tights. Vertical into the air, Black Rain spins Bonez around and crashes him spine first across the canvas with a staggeringly high vertical suplex! The thunderous roar of the canvas brings the fans emotions out, screaming for the tag-team of G-Man and Black Rain. G-Man climbs the turnbuckle, knowing that he’s not the legal man, but he still gets to the top rope. Black Rain runs at Maddog and knocks him off the apron with a back elbow, while G-Man leaps off the top rope and connects with a flying elbow drop across Bonez’s chest! Maddog angrily makes his way over to the timekeeper’s table, flipping the table over to grab a steel chair. In the ring, G-Man rolls under the bottom rope to the outside, while Black Rain pulls Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt up to his feet. Black Rain pushes Schmitt’s head down, dropping his elbow down across the neck. Bonez shudders after the blow, only to be drug toward the center of the ring by Black Rain. Meanwhile, Maddog jumps up onto the apron, seeing that Black Rain is making a fool out of him and his partner. ”FUCK YOU!”, Maddog yells loudly to grasp Black Rain’s attention. Black Rain turns around and Maddog violently tosses the chair at Black Rain’s head…THUD! The chair bounces directly off of Black Rain’s skull, leaving him to release Bonez from his grip. Maddog slides down the ropes toward the turnbuckle with his hand extended out for the tag.

C.P: There we go, that there be the good shit!

Bonez staggers toward the turnbuckle with his hand extended out, desperately looking for the tag. Bonez comes within inches of tagging Maddog, but Maddog drops off the apron and takes a few steps back, glaring at Bonez.

T.L: What’s going on here? Maddog avoided that tag!

From behind, Black Rain slides in with a roll-up, pinning Bonez’ shoulders against the canvas. ONE…….TWO….. Bonez manages to kick out of the pinfall attempt by Black Rain. Clarkson and Denison come through the curtain and look down at the ring, where Bonez is being pulled to his feet. Maddog enters the ring and gives Black Rain a violent push to the chest. Black Rain comes at him, but Maddog ducks only to have Black Rain turn back to him. Maddog quickly fires a right hand at him and a dropkick to the knee. Bonez grabs Maddog by the shirt and turns him around and mumbles, ”Why?” Maddog’s reply is in the form of a left handed closed fist the jaw!

C.P: What the fuck???

Bonez shudders back and Maddog winds up with his left arm again, leveling Bonez to the canvas with a haymaker. Lifting Bonez up off the mat, Black Rain and G-Man can only look on with the possible destruction of the alliance between Maddog and Bonez. Maddog grabs Bonez by the back of the head and forces him toward Black Rain, ”He’s all fucking yours.” Black Rain opens Bonez up with a kick to the gut then he gets hooked around the waist! Black Rain lifts Bonez into the air and brings him down across the canvas with a mighty powerbomb, that seems to have knocked the air out of Bonez on impact. The referee drops down to count the cover, ”ONE!………..TWO!……..” The ref’s count is stopped by a stomp to the back from Maddog! Maddog lifts the frail referee up by the shirt, dragging him over to the ropes and throwing him down to the mat. Maddog grabs the top rope for leverage, pushing his feet to push the referee under the bottom rope and off the apron to the floor. Clarkson and Denison converse with each other, as they make their way down to the ring in a somewhat slow fashion. G-Man rushes into the ring in an attempt to cut off Denison and Clarkson, but he runs into the forearm of Maddog, knocking him to the canvas in a closeline! Maddog kicks him across the side of the ribs and laughs at the downed opponent. Denison hobbles his way up the ring stairs, as Black Rain jumps up and invites the two to bring it on. Clarkson comes into the ring and Black Rain comes right at him, Clarkson fires off a few punches before Black Rain can damage him! Denison enters the ring and goes right for the steel chair laying on the canvas. G-Man starts to get up, but Denison quickly hobbles over to him and slams the chair down across his back. Denison turns his body with the chair raised high, just in time for Clarkson to push Black Rain in his direction. From behind, Denison cracks the steel chair over the top of Black Rain’s head, dropping him to the canvas. Denison drops the steel chair down to the canvas, while Clarkson moves toward G-Man. Pulling G-Man’s head up off the canvas, Clarkson slaps him across the cheek. Clarkson proceeds by lifting G-Man up off the mat and hooks him around the waist. Denison kicks the chair, forcing it to slide up right behind Clarkson, as he lifts G-Man up into position for the “Final Judgment”. Clarkson turns in a full circle into his original placement. Clarkson jumps backward onto his knees, driving G-Man’s skull into the steel chair. THUD! The canvas rattles on the impact of the Hangman’s DDT onto the steel chair. Clarkson rolls G-Man over and he gets back up to his feet, placing his boot over G-Man’s chest. Maddog swoops in, ”ONE!…….TWO!…….THREE!”

T.L: What in the heck is going on here? First Maddog turns on Bonez, then counts a three when Clarkson hits the ring?

Maddog quickly exits the ring, making his way to the outside to grab a microphone. On the outside, Maddog points into the ring. Denison and Clarkson move toward the ropes to see what Maddog has to say, paying little attention to G-Man and Black Rain. Black Rain slithers over to G-Man and helps him up, but the two decide to leave the ring. Making their way toward the entrance ramp, stopping to hear the words of President Maddog.

Maddog: Clarkson, I don’t know if you stand behind my actions tonight. The lines have been crossed and that no good son of a bitch is getting recognition for doing nothing at all. I mean, look at him, he hides behind your glory. You won those tag-team championship belts and he parades himself around with one of them around his waist. Now, he doesn’t show his face until the match at hand. He puts on a less than mediocre fight against Black Rain and G-Man…then he goes about sliding a chair into the ring while I’m getting my ass handed over to me. Then, I get drilled into the chair…what kind of a partner would do that? It looks to me like that mother fucker is playing for the other team. Not once did he try to help me out inside that ring, so I decided to put down some well needed justice.

Maddog points beyond Clarkson and Denison toward Black Rain and G-Man.

Maddog: And still, those two mother fuckers still are still standing. That same man still hides behind his fucking mask…I vowed to you, Clarkson, that I was going to reveal that coward’s fucking face to you tonight…it could have been done, but one man failed to uphold the great name of the Apocalypse of Wrestling. That man is there, in that ring with you right fucking now…so I’ve decided to show you all where I stand. To counteract the great falling of Bonez, next week I will remove that mask of Black Rain’s with my own two hands. Next week, I will destroy Black Rain for the name of the Apocalypse of Wrestling….

Clarkson looks on with confusion over Maddog’s attack on Bonez.

Maddog: Clarkson, I will continue to support your cause…but, you’ve got to realize that there is a weak link among us in our alliance. I hope you come to grips with that…see the truth, Clarkson, it’s sitting right before your eyes in plain view.

Maddog throws the microphone back across the timekeeper’s table, making his way around the corners of the ring to the aisleway. Black Rain and G-Man are still waiting at the foot of the aisleway, standing their ground as Maddog approaches. Security lurks in, as Black Rain makes his way toward President Maddog. The two stand face to face….

T.L: We are out of time, folks!

C.P: Fuck…I’m fuckin’ drunk!

The copyright comes on the screen, as the president and Black Rain stand toe to toe with their eyes locked on each other……